Last week Cassian felt the need to give you a little journey back in time to show you all the real him. It wasn’t filled with big explosions or bright lights, but it was jammed packed with the truth of his not so humble beginnings. You see your obnoxious, party boy didn’t just choose that lifestyle, that lifestyle chose him. Silver fucking spoon and all. Cassian isn’t afraid to tell the world he came from money, he’s not afraid to let it be known crystal clear that he has a trust fund stacked with pounds higher than mountains back home in London. Cassian is the type of guy who will brag about it, because well why wouldn’t you? There’s no shame in living his best life, there’s no dishonour in displaying it and if the bad boy of Kensington feels the need to boast. 
 
Then you best believe the boy will boast. 
 
Much the same, he told the world last week that he was going to walk into Climax Control with the Hot One from Team Hero and walk out the winner in his first main event ever. Cassian put the world on notice, and he didn’t give two fucking shits about the people who doubted him and why would he? He didn’t have to impress anyone, he didn’t have to buy fake friends, he didn’t need to pretend to be someone he’s not. He told the world he was going to be the whole fucking show and just like that, with in a blink of an eye Cassian’s name will forever be in the bright lights of Sin City Wrestling. 
 
A simple victory over Slappy McGoo was enough to catapult his career towards his first championship match, for the Roulette Championship. It was all in a day’s work for Cassian, things just seem to fall into place for him… if he wants it, he gets it, if he likes it, he’ll get it but that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to put in the hard yards. Last week’s main event should be enough evidence to support that theory and yet, people like Brother David will doubt his legitimacy of being awarded for a title shot so early in his career but that’s okay, Cassian is more than ready to show the Jesus loving bible basher that he never lets a grand opportunity slip through his fingertips. 
 
And I mean NEVER.
 
Cassian’s too cool and too calculated to let the chance to become the first ever singles champion in London Underground just fall flat, so for the second time in his career Cassian will star, no scratch that… he will highlight the main event… he will walk in nothing and leave with everything and there isn’t a damn thing Brother David or the Good Shepherd's can do about it.
 
But more on that later, you see Cassian has another point to prove about his personality that people like Krystal and Fenris seem to refuse to believe and well… he’s about to show you again that he only speaks the truth. Welcome to the yearly event Cassian likes to call the Valentine’s Day Pursuit, in 2020 he secured five rings of honour and well in 2021 the bar has definitely been lifted. This year he was aiming for the sinful seven. 
 
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5:00am on Valentine’s Day is usually the hour where couples are still entangled in bed, asleep still blissfully unaware of what gifts they are bound to receive from one another once they wake up from their slumber in a few hours’ time. Yet, Cassian was anything but usual and there was something about Valentine’s Day that brought out the true monster in him. You see, He knew he was good looking, he knew he had this unique look about him that had girls throwing themselves at him at any given opportunity and well, he wasn’t going to let his good looks and the gift of the gab to go to waste. In fact, Cassian felt it would be stupid of him to waste such a golden opportunity each and every year, where single girls were just prime for the picking. This was a game he had played alongside Nicky George for years but since Dani Weston had walked into his friend’s life, it had sadly turned into a one-man sport.  The prize on the line used to be bragging rights between the lads, but since Nicky had lost interest in the art of bird hunting Cassian had no one to compete with, so regardless of how well today went nothing felt as good at notching up the final number, that was of course it was higher than the previous year’s collection. 
 
The rules were simple you could only use your charm to win over a lady, whom you have never met before and bring her to climax. No strippers, no prostitutes, no trampolines just good old fashion pickup lines and smooth moves. It was the ultimate game of nail and bail and of course, being the completely heartless prick, he was Cassian chose Valentine’s Day of all days to celebrate. You see if you think it’s a made-up holiday for chocolate and rose companies to go ham on your wallet, the sad reality is, love was in the air and there was something so bittersweet for single ladies everywhere. They wanted to be independent, but yet a high percentage of them just wanted to feel loved and believe me Cassian would move heaven and earth to make a bird feel a little extra special on the most romantic days of the year. It was his full intentions to make them feel satisfied, but the dark side there was going to be no magic relationship connections, there was going to be no numbers exchanged it would just be a turn down service. The barest of the sorts. 
 
Cassian had met his first lover, on his morning run and with a little bit of small talk and the promise of great sex and even better company, Lydia from Boston couldn’t wait to get back to the Vegas home of London Underground. Lydia was five foot six, twenty-two years old, beautiful blonde hair, bright blue eyes nothing but innocence but even small packages can hide the biggest kinks. Their encounter was boisterous, hard hitting a power struggle for dominance as Lydia refused to let Cassian treat her like a turn and burn, she made him work for it, but Cassian was a man of honour. A prick, but not a completely selfish prick, the aim of the game was pleasure. He wasn't barbaric. The thought of polishing off for numbers is what drove him, but his reputation around town was paramount if he wanted this tradition to carry on. Still to this day, he hasn’t under delivered. Cassian knew things were drawing to a close, as she smashed the lamp off his bedside table reaching out looking for something to grasp on to whilst Cassian gave her everything she ever wanted on the most romantic day of the year. Her climax was euphoric as she howled between breathless sighs, if she was trying her best to keep the noise down, she was definitely failing as her hand cupped her mouth trying to muffle her deepest desires.   
 
Once the dead was done, Cassian planted himself down face first onto his pillow feeling his body go limp from this morning’s session he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. Turning over he looked over towards Lydia who was already staring right at him, her blonde hair cascaded around her face, but it wasn’t enough to hide the redness of her skin around her neck where Cassian had lavished her with kisses. He wasn’t a monster, he too enjoyed the finer things about sex, the foreplay, the kisses, the skin on skin but today he couldn’t marinate in those feelings he was working against the clock and the longer this blue-eyed bird stared across the bed at him the less time he had for seeking out the magic number seven. Cassian gave Lydia a slight smile, trying to be polite even if in the back of his mind he was kicking her out of his bed. Lydia reached over, her right-hand cupping Cassian’s face as she started him up and down. 
 
“Wanna go again?” Lydia purred. 
 
Any other day Cassian would have been all for it. Lydia wasn’t a dud in the sack, a solid 7 in fact but right now he could picture the hour class in his head and the sand was already well and truly shifting. He looked at her and with the calmest of tones, he let her down easy. 
 
“No can do, love… I’ve got a busy day at the office.” Cassian smirked. 
 
Well, it wasn’t a lie… at least? Lydia battered her eyelashes, making her blue eyes seemingly beg for him but Cassian couldn’t give in; he couldn’t let her ruin a years’ worth of training.  He simply shook his head and abruptly rolled over, got out of bed, and walked his bare arse towards his personal bathroom to clean up, shower and prepare for the next. Lydia took her time in getting dressed, hopefully that Cassian would change his mind once he remerged from the bathroom however, the beautiful blonde lost her appeal when Cassian looked down at his watch and saw the time 7:00am… Fuck he was already behind schedule. 
 
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The walk from his bedroom to the front door was awkward for Lydia to say the least as four sets of prying eyes were gawking at her as she made her through the dining room, where the rest of London Underground had gathered to eat their breakfast. Cassian followed behind Lydia, trying his hardest to shuffle her across the tiled floor as quickly as he could. Lydia couldn’t help herself as she stopped in the doorway before leaving, she turned around her bright eyes filled with hope and expressed some concern that she would never hear from Cassian again and well… she was right. She would call that fake number he gave her, and no doubt end up talking helplessly to some stranger. 
 
“Call me.” Lydia begged. 
 
Cassian didn’t say a word, he smirked and watched as she took a step back and once, she was clear of the door he closed it firmly shut. Turning on the balls of his feet he made his way across the grand entry way back over towards the dining room where the four sets of judging eyes were burning holes into his skin. It didn’t take long for the first one to pipe up. 
 
“Are you seriously still doing this stupid challenge?” Mackenzie spat out. 
 
Cassian looked towards his favourite blonde with a cheeky British smirk. 
 
“Is the pope catholic?” Cassian replied. 
 
He made his way across the room to stand at the end of the long rectangle table away from the rest of the group as he looked down at the fruit bowl, reaching forward he snatched up a red apple and wasted no time in devouring a bite. 
 
“I feel like it’s another loss for women everywhere, each time a bird gets into bed with you.” Charlotte sighed. 
 
Without skipping a beat Cassian looked up from his apple, to gaze at Charlotte with mischievous look in his baby blue eyes. It looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth but as soon as his lips parted all innocence was lost. 
 
“Just say the word, Char and for you… I’d give this all up…” Cassian growled, sinfully. 
 
His bedroom voice was enough to have Charlotte seeing red as she sent a piece of her toast hurling in his direction. Ducking his head out of the way just at the right time, Cassian didn’t even have to look back to know the toast had slapped the tiles. Cassian blew Charlotte a kiss, before he took another bite of his apple. 
 
“Wrap it up son, no one wants to knock up six dolly’s in a day.” Daniel’s voice boomed. 
 
Normally Cassian would listen to every piece of advice that came from Daniel, however, today was a tradition and there was no way he was going to let the judgement of London Underground stop him. 
 
“Kids… I don’t care for.” Cassian paused. “Although I do like being called daddy.” He smirked. 
 
Charlotte coughed before she pushed her plate away from her all of a sudden losing her appetite while Mackenzie just rolled her eyes so hard into the back of her head, she could see her own hair follicles. Daniel and Osbourne just shook their head from side to side as Cassian took the left-over toast from Charlotte’s plate, loaded it with the two left over crispy streaks of bacon and went on his merry way back towards his bedroom after all he had sheets to change. 
 
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8:30am had rolled around and Cassian was on a tight schedule if he planned to tackle three more ladies before he was required to head to the arena and get ready for tonight’s Climax Control. He couldn’t just fumble his way through tonight’s match either as it was Round One in the Blast from the Past tournament, he had Roxi’s future to think of as well and to be honest there was nothing more Cassian wanted was to bulldoze his way through this tournament to prove to the world that he was as good as he says he is. There was still hours between now and Climax Control and Cassian had a lot of ground to cover in his attempts to secure lady number two.
 
It was an elaborate plan, Cassian had been working on for months. He knew there was a single hot milf that walked her Doberman around the gated community every morning around 8:45am he didn't know her name, nor her background but he didn’t care to learn it or remember it either. What Cassian saw was a jaded older woman, who lived alone and walked around the streets with a pole shoved so far up her arse it was the sole reason her head stayed in place. Many men would have seen that as a warning sign, but not Cassian he saw it as a challenge because the good lord even knew this cranky mid forty-year-old lady just needed a good old fashioned pounding. 
 
Cassian, he managed to talk his way into borrowing the next-door neighbours sausage dog and with the black and tanned stun on the end of a lead, Cassian’s feet were hitting the pavement again this morning for a mid-morning walk. This might have been the first day he skipped wrestling training, but you best believe he was getting his steps in. 
 
It happened like clockwork as Cassian rounded the corner, his path was directly linked with hers and like magic the tiny dog at the end of Cassian’s lead, handled the ice breaker. The way the puppy ran towards the Doberman like it was going to maul him to death with licks, was just the amount of cuteness Cassian required to present himself in the eyes of the local milf. 
 
“Oh, My Goodness!” She squealed. “Well, isn’t he just the cutest,” She pandered. 
 
“He sure is.” Cassian replied, smugly. 
 
Soon enough the two were deep in conversation. Cassian was careful to add in that he had rescued his dog, you know because rescue dogs seem to get so much more attention then regular canines. He was sure to pour off the charm complimenting the lady on her looks and her winning personality. It didn’t take long for the icy exterior to melt as the lady couldn’t help herself, she wanted to get to know Cassian more. Her name was Michelle, but Cassian could now call her Shelly, because all of her friends do. She wasn’t a rich widow, or single for a matter of fact she was very happily married or well that’s what she was telling him with her words but the look in her eyes said otherwise. Cassian learnt that her husband also co-owned a casino and if the fact she was married wasn’t enough to turn him away running, that little golden nugget didn’t either. Cassian had an unhealthy habit of causing mischief and knowing that Shelly was the wife of London Underground’s competition, he couldn’t resist. He had to shag her. The conversation led to what she was doing later on today, but Cassian didn’t have to wait for an opening for long because soon enough he was already presented with an invitation back to her house to continue their small talk. 
 
The walk back to her house, Cassian laid it on thick, reminding her that he husband was out of town and it must be hard for a strong woman like herself to keep everything together while he was constantly away. 
 
“You haven’t seen your husband in eight months?” Cassian faked being shocked. “That’s a long time to be alone.” He played up his concern. 
 
The hard look in her eyes softened and that’s when Cassian knew he had hooked her. The rest of the walk back to her house was more of a power walk then a stroll and soon enough as soon as the grand wooden door of her house was opened and closed, her lips were on his. Her hands were pulling at the drawstrings of his tight navy shorts and as soon as there was the slightest gap her right hand had made its way down inside his pants and she was going to work. Cassian wasn’t normally so flippant with his approach to foreplay, he was a give and take type of guy but there was something about Shelly that just told him, to let the old girl have her way after all eight months without sex, must have her backed up and if that meant she needed to take the lead then so be it. All Cassian needed was for his dick to eventually move from Shelly’s hand, to her lady cave to notch another number up on his Valentine’s Day pursuit. And, if by chance his Johnson got to send time between his lips, he wouldn’t complain. 
 
The mid-morning session was rough, turns out Shelly was into spanking and it wasn’t that she liked to be the receiver. After the deed was done, Cassian quickly got himself dressed, collected his fake dog, and headed back to the London Underground mansion. He was limping, he wasn’t quiet sure why but all he knew is that he needed to shower and catch up on some sleep if he had any chance of hitting the magic seven today, he needed to follow the plan and what he needed to do next was take an hour out of his pay to rest and recover from whatever the fuck that was with Shelly. His stamina needed a slight reboot, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t give up. 
 
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Sleep was paramount right now for Cassian, he needed to collect at least one hour of uninterrupted sleep. Yet, for some reason after his shower he walked into the kitchen just a towel wrapped around his waist to fetch a bottle of water.  Making his way over to the couch, he downed what he could of the one litre of liquid gold before he closed his eyes and floated off to sleep. 
 
Forty minutes into his sleep, Mackenzie and Charlotte made their way back into the living room both greeted with an ungodly sight before them. Cassian was face down on the couch at least but his bare arse was out on full display like a full moon at night. His bright white cheeks were perky and proud to be out in the open. Seeing Cassian’s arse wasn’t new for the girls, when he drank it would often come out to party. Mackenzie elbowed Charlotte and the two girls couldn’t hide their chuckles as they looked upon his bare white arse, seeing a large angry red handprint that was almost radiating off his arse. It looked saw, but so did the nail marks that were dragged down his back. However, there was not sympathy as Charlotte walked towards Cassian, she grabbed his opened bottle of water and without any hesitation she poured the remaining liquid on to the side of his face. Cassian leapt up in surprise, his towel not coming with him. 
 
“My balls.” Cassian shouted. 
 
It was a strange thing to shout, but obviously this morning's session with Shelly had him panicking for their safety. Once Cassian’s eyes adjusted to the room around him, he saw that Mackenzie and Charlotte had walked off laughing to one another. Looking down at his watch, Cassian quickly forgot about thoughts of payback as he had to move onto his next sexual encounter. 
 
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Cassian had made his way towards the GO gym, he knew who he had in mind for his next encounter. It was a little stretch of the rules, but he was willing to give it a shot and since he was alone this year, who was going to judge him for bending the rules to suit himself. The girls he had in mind were two of Gabriel and Odette’s latest recruits, a set of twins from Iceland. There was something about their blonde hair and pasty white porcelain skin that had the bad boy in Cassian wanting to do good boy things. He knew he could pull a set of twins as he had done it four times before but there was something about their limited English and innocent personalities that made the challenge all that much sweeter. 
 
Cassian was in the gym, he timed it perfectly as he knew the girls would be finishing up in the gym at 12pm. That’s where he made sure he was standing outside, leant up against their cars in prime position for Isla and Elsa to see him. Yes, unfortunate names to say the least but parents of twins can be fucking crazy at times. He knew it wouldn’t be a stretch as the groundwork had already been laid down. For weeks Elsa and Isla have been looking in his direction, friendly waves, and flirty small talk. As soon as they walked out of the doors at the GO gym, Isla made her way over towards Cassian and in the typical friendly Icelandic matter she wrapped her arms around the back of Cassian’s neck before bringing her lips to his cheek to greet him. Elsa was soon to follow and like a pair of giggling school girls Cassian had the girls in stitches.

“And where are you ladies off to tonight?” Cassian questioned.

Isla moved forwards, her pure blonde hair dazzled in the sunlight as she spoke.

“Gabriel, said we should go to Climax Control and learn the ins and outs of backstage… will you be there?” Isla fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Cassian just flexed his muscles, as he nodded his head to let Isla know that he would be at Climax Control.

“I’ll be there, I’m in the main event… you should both watch and learn and see how us GO graduates handle the big leagues.” Cassian smirked.

Elsa stepped up towards Cassian, her right hand reaching out to him as she planted it on his chest. She wanted to feel her skin on his. Their back and forth flirting had been happening for weeks now, and today was the day that Cassian was going to cash in.

“You have a big match tonight no?” Elsa chimed in. “Have you stretched yourself out for the match? If not, I’d be glad to help.” She purred.

Isla stepped up towards Cassian with a playful smile on her face, as she looked between her sister and Cassian. Her blue eyes glowed with promise.

“Odette just told us, stretching is the most important part of any match prep.” Isla smiled.

Her voice dripped like honey and sounded like money to Cassian’s ears. He knew exactly what they were offering and with a big cheese grin he didn’t skip a beat.

“I seem to have forgotten.” Cassian smirked.

The girls shook their head in unison, appalled by his negligence. Without another word shared the girls linked into Cassian’s arms and made their way towards his car. Cassian didn’t know how he got so lucky at times but he bet his fat wallet, blue eyes and part boy charm was enough to have girls melting at the sound of his British accent.

“We heard about your little challenge…” Elsa spoke freely.

She gave Cassian’s arse a little pat as they walked towards his car, his body froze for a second. How was this common knowledge but lucky for him Isla was more than happy to remove the panic away from his face.

“We were warned to stay away, but we don’t want to.” Isla cooed.

And with a sigh of relief Cassian could feel himself breathe again. He wasn’t sure how his challenge had gotten out but he wasn’t going to question it when he had two of the newest students to the GO gym, willing to participate. There must be a god up there somewhere, because Cassian was going to hit level four before Climax Control meaning that he would be well ahead or schedule.

The trio made their way back to Cassian’s house or well the house that London Underground called home, no doubt Cassian’s lease would be up soon because Mackenzie and Charlotte would be doing anything in their power to remove Cassian and his revolving door of girls floating in and out of their apartment. The London Underground was a place of secrets and confidentiality but today Cassian had been using it as a frat house. He knew there would be words coming his way from Daniel, but right now he wasn’t thinking with the brain in his head and was more thinking with his dick.

The next hour and a half was something Cassian would never forget as he added the Icelandic twins to the notch on his bedpost. Even if he had to bend the rules to add them, he was still going to count them on his quest for the seven ring trophy. After all there was no official ruling as Nicky George had left the group chat to pursue his life of happiness with Dani, either way Cassian was four girls down, two to go to beat last year's record, 3 if he was going for the all time record.

All I know is that the boy will be deathly tired by the time Climax Control rolls around if he continued on his quest without taking a break. Although lunch would have to wait as right now Iceland was calling.
 
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Cassian couldn’t help but smile, never in a million years did he think that he could secure twins on a day like today, but he wasn’t going to complain he was a girl up on his whiteboard of chores to do today. He watched both the girls leave his driveway, filled with giggles and big bright smiles as they hoped Cassian had a wonderful Valentines Day. Truth be told he was, it wasn’t as bad as all the other lame singles made it out to be. Cassian was having the time of his life and there wasn’t a second to focus on the fact that he didn’t have a girlfriend… because why just have one when you could have four on the same day? 
 
He moved from the doorway and turned around to walk back towards the living room. The next item on his agenda was to have lunch, shower and make his way towards the arena for Climax Control tonight. He couldn’t forget that I mean he was already controlling so many climaxes today, but he couldn’t let his chance to advance in the Blast from the Past suffer purely because he was too busy chalking up numbers for a fuck chart. As Cassian moved towards the kitchen, as he reached for the door handle of the fridge, he couldn’t help but notice he was being watched. Turning on the balls of his feet, Cassian turned around slowly and that’s when his blue eyes clapped onto Osbourne. He had a stern unamused look on his face as he sized Cassian up from his seat behind the bench top as he tucked into his sandwich.   
 
“Why the long face?” Cassian questioned. 
 
There was no answer from Os, just a cold har glare. 
 
“Did you have dibs on the Iceland twins?” Cassian jokes. “You should have shouted a little louder mate. Then mix up like these won’t happen again.” He smirked. 
 
Os didn’t say a word he just glared towards Cassian as she took a bite from his sandwich. 
 
“Oh, I see… the silent treatment… well let me make it up to you big fella.” Cassian smiled as he spoke. 
 
Cassian tossed his phone across the room towards Os, who caught it just out of pure instinct alone. 
 
“Look for Isla and Elsa.” Cassian chimed. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind giving you the Icelandic treatment.” He winked. 
 
Os still proceeded to say nothing, he just placed Cassian’s phone down with a thud before he carried on eating his food but maintained eye contact. 
 
“Ohkay… I’m sensing this has to do with something else?” Cassian questioned. “Yes, I’m being safe, no you won’t become an unofficial uncle… yes, I’ve made sure they don’t have any STIs… NO I’m not going to stop until I shag at least six girls today and yes, I know… what would my mother think?” Cassian sighed.
 
Os still said nothing, but Cassian couldn’t stop talking. 
 
“Do I think I’m a horrible human? I don’t know maybe… but they have all left with smiles on their faces, no tears. WHAT? Don’t judge me… were meant to be mates.” Cassian huffed. “Oh, this is bullshit, when Nicky did the same thing, he was a legend, when he did it… I’m scum.” He growled. 
 
Os still stayed tight lipped, driving Cassian up the wall. 
 
“I’ll have you know I’m the master mind of this challenge. This is all me… none of Nicky’s limited brain cells went into this…” He sighed. 
 
The less Os said the more it drove Cassian crazy and soon enough, he threw his hands up in defeat and left the room. Leaving Osbourne alone to enjoy his lunch in peace. Yet, he couldn’t help but smirk to himself knowing that he knew Cassian was now going to rip himself apart for a few moments doubting his plan. Os was proud of himself, because not all forms of sabotage are loud. 

And that my friends is where we leave you, you’ll have to tune in next week to find out if Cassian hit the lucky number seven.
 
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The scene opened up inside a dark building, although it didn’t stay dark for long as a glowing red light started to spew up from the floor. Smoke poured into the room engulfing it. In the middle of the room was a large black throne in which Cassian had taken his seat upon it. He was dressed in a tight fitting black suit with a blood red shirt, a matching black tie as he looked towards the camera. Behind him was three curtained off areas hidden behind a red VIP rope. It didn’t take long before for Cassian to look towards the camera and start his match promotional.

“They say it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission. So, Brother David. Friend. Buddy of Christ, I can only pray that you’re willing to offer me such a privilege after our match when I beat you in the middle of the six sided ring and take away your Roulette Championship. It’s nothing personal mate, it’s just business and if you haven’t noticed I’m all about the thrill of victory. I’m all about closing the deal and I’m all about the gold.” Cassian smirked.

He could hide his happiness, he knew this match for the Roulette Championship wasn’t just awarded to him. He has worked hard for it and now he had to pray to wrestling God’s that he had enough in him to win it.

“Truth is mate I know you’re not going to be an easy win, I know you're not going to just lay down and let me pin you. I know I will have to work harder than I ever have before in Sin City Wrestling but trust in me like how you trust in the lord, I will do everything in my power to prove to you and to the rest of the world that I’m in the right place at the right time and that my win won’t be a fluke… you see you might believe that you have God on your side and that he is going light your way to victory but it won’t be that simple. This won’t be one of God’s unexplainable miracles… this Sunday night when I beat you, it won’t be because that’s what the lord wanted… it will be because I’ve worked harder than you. Your chances of beating me one on one won’t be a walk in the park mate, you’ll need divine intervention if you think it’s going to be that.” Cassian growled.

He had the smile of the devil as he looked into the lens of the camera. Cassian was feeling confident, you could tell by the toothy smile on his face.

“You’ve put your hope in the lord and you truly believe that he will safeguard you to victory, but I don’t need hope David, nah mate I conquered that bird a long time ago… all I need are these two hands to bring forth victory… there’s no prayers you can send up stairs to help you… because the Lord will be busy on Sunday night trying to wash the sins of the world away. He doesn’t care for your petty wishes of grand victories. He doesn’t care for your follow… all he wants is for you to dig your hands deep into your pockets to lash out your pennies, because in your mind that you’ve made a difference in the world… but you haven’t there isn’t anything special about you… you’re just a grown man holding onto false beliefs and fake promises and that’s how you fake your way through life.” Cassian smirked.

His intense gaze on the camera didn’t shift as he spoke, but he wasn’t finished there.

“Your original win of the Roulette Championship was good while it lasted but I can promise you… Your forty days and forty nights of security are about to come to an end. There’s a leak in your ark and on Sunday night, you and your reign is going to be sent to the fishes.” He spoke freely.

Cassian couldn’t help himself as he let out a loud HA-HA style laugh before he continued.

“The lord might have big plans for you Brother, but at the end of the night you’ll be reminded that not all plans stay the course, and your shiny roulette championship will pay the price of your purity. It will pay the price of your innocence and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. I’m going to rip that title from your hands, leaving you feel like Jesus perched upon his cross. It’s not because I’m not a man of god, it’s more because I’m a man of the devil and I can’t help my devilish impulses. While you feel constrained by rules, I’m governed by my own freedoms.” Cassian growled.

He took a look at the camera once more adjusting his collar before he spoke wrapping this one up.

“The roulette wheel is a tool used in the devil’s playhouse which is no place for a man of the cloth like you. That’s why I’m going to bring it home on Sunday night.” He smirked.

A click of his fingers and the curtains fell to the ground, showing off the shadows of female bodies enjoying the art of seduction through dance. All of them had horns upon their heads, looking like foxy devils. Cassian didn’t have to turn around to know he was surrounded by female devils before he finished his promotional video for the week.
 
“God doesn’t make champions, talent usually does but you got lucky. But, Sunday night Bro.. your fucking luck runs out and a new champion will be crowned and you’re looking at him.” Cassian smirked
 
The devils moved from the shadow boxes and made their way over towards Cassian and that’s where the cameras cut to complete darkness.